Lone walker,
In the midst of the crowd his heart was always alone.
Sank into the belly of tribulations,
Unlike the missionary journey of Jonah he was vomited into
more woes.
Like how a beautiful mountain in a wilderness thirst for tourist
So his heart was hungry for love.
If loneliness is synonymous to poverty then he deserved this cross.

Lone walker,
He lonely walked on thorns, struggled with everything, sweated blood.
He lived a life of trapped miners in a cave miles below fresh air.

Lone walker,
Rain of respite barely shower on his path.
Sun bit his skin, dews often united with his tears,
For there was no even a free den for him to rest his head.

His days were worse than the trials of Job,
For he had not even a wife to encourage him to curse God and give up the ghost.
Like an eaglet without a falcon, he was accustomed to crying for his dying talents that was hidden too deep for any scout to discover.

To him the world was empty and void of helpers
Until a moment came when he decided to abort his worries, fears and his ugly past.
In a flash he recalled the parable of the talents,
In a speed of lightning he stood and put his hidden gift into use.

I key my mind into the eyes of the reader of his biography,
As I stood in the midst of his children offspring in his burial ceremony fit for kings,
With the assurance that he is not walking alone to heaven or hell indeed
And surely his once lonely heart would be filled with merriment and peace.

I wish to       down the rabbit hole into fantasy.
               **fall

Crimson of the imprinted struggle
of wings that couldn't fly away
remnants of a ****** scuffle
evidence of the ones who pay

on the ice, above the concrete
terror is in the melting snow
soon to be under gone feet
gone forever from what we know

****** trail of the past fallen
a victims death is seen in red
on a winter's day so sullen
****** snow angels of the dead

I was always the dreamer type
Falling into all the fantasies' hype.
So hopeful of what the future would bring
But you spoke of things you'd never mean.
Eyes of a child with the sun shining bright
I never believed clouds would ruin my sight.
Now here we are,
Life's just a scar;
Only a fading line that we can never get back
And soon enough we forget and lose track.
Years pass and each brings us farther away
Forgetting dreams of how coincided our lives would stay.
So long ago, long lost memories
Of just how close we both used to be.
Then one day comes along
And everything returns with lyrics of a song.
With so much emotion surfaced to feel
Your heart's scars are suddenly not so healed.
And you cry, oh how you cry
And your grandchild asks you why.
So begins the sad tragedy
Of a friendship that used to be.